My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom-freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.

They say that in the end truth will triumph, but it's a lie.

Man is what he believes.

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

One who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and fears nothing cannot be an artist.

The personal life of every individual is based on secrecy, and perhaps it is partly for that reason that civilized man is so nervously anxious that personal privacy should be respected.

When a lot of remedies are suggested for a disease, that means it can't be cured.

How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.

An actress without talent, forty years old, ate a partridge for dinner, and I felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than the actress.

Sometimes we go to a play and after the curtain has been up five minutes we have a sense of being able to settle back in the arms of the playwright. Instinctively we know that the playwright knows his business.